06-06-2006, 12:12 AM
Its just a game, she's still alive... Its just a game, she's still alive... Its just a game, she's still alive
In the past ten seconds, Raditzu had adopted a new mantra which he was furiously repeated to himself over and over. Not as though he would actually have been able to chant it out loud... Bardock had seen to that rather efficiently. Rad rolled onto his side to see 18 laying there, lifeless. It was a scene he had only imagined in his worst nightmares. He was unable to do anything to help her know. The long-haired saiyan found he had trouble pulling himself to his feet. Not because of his wound, though. His body trembled with an unshakable combination of anger and remorse. His foot slipped in a small puddle of bloody mud, dropping the saiyan back to his knees. His hand shot out to steady himself and found the weapon 18 had dropped. Rad gripped it tightly and pulled himself back to his feet.
Very slowly, the pureblooded warrior turned to face his father. Bardock had rolled onto his stomach, pistol dropped to the ground at his side. The elder warrior's breath was coming fast and unsteady. It was painfully obvious that Bardock was in serious need of help and with good reason. These shotguns were hardly toys. Rad tore his eyes from Bardock for a minute, searching the ground. There, next to Bra's lower half, was his nail gun. He would made a mental note to apologize to Bra when he next saw her. He certainly didn't intend a death quiet so... painful as being cut in half. The saiya-jin gripped his original weapon in his free hand and once again turned to face Bardock. Rad's father had pulled himself up to one knee, as shaky as Raditzu had been, but for different reasons.
Its just a game, she's still alive...
Rad tossed the ki shotgun into the air.
Its just a game, she's still alive...
With a smooth, practiced motion, he caught the weapon by the pump.
Its just a game, she's still alive...
With a quick jerk, the weapon cocked. Rad tossed it into the air, catching it by the grip this time.
Its just a game, she's still alive...
It was just as well that he couldn't speak, for he could think of nothing to say as he leveled the weapon at his father.
In the past ten seconds, Raditzu had adopted a new mantra which he was furiously repeated to himself over and over. Not as though he would actually have been able to chant it out loud... Bardock had seen to that rather efficiently. Rad rolled onto his side to see 18 laying there, lifeless. It was a scene he had only imagined in his worst nightmares. He was unable to do anything to help her know. The long-haired saiyan found he had trouble pulling himself to his feet. Not because of his wound, though. His body trembled with an unshakable combination of anger and remorse. His foot slipped in a small puddle of bloody mud, dropping the saiyan back to his knees. His hand shot out to steady himself and found the weapon 18 had dropped. Rad gripped it tightly and pulled himself back to his feet.
Very slowly, the pureblooded warrior turned to face his father. Bardock had rolled onto his stomach, pistol dropped to the ground at his side. The elder warrior's breath was coming fast and unsteady. It was painfully obvious that Bardock was in serious need of help and with good reason. These shotguns were hardly toys. Rad tore his eyes from Bardock for a minute, searching the ground. There, next to Bra's lower half, was his nail gun. He would made a mental note to apologize to Bra when he next saw her. He certainly didn't intend a death quiet so... painful as being cut in half. The saiya-jin gripped his original weapon in his free hand and once again turned to face Bardock. Rad's father had pulled himself up to one knee, as shaky as Raditzu had been, but for different reasons.
Its just a game, she's still alive...
Rad tossed the ki shotgun into the air.
Its just a game, she's still alive...
With a smooth, practiced motion, he caught the weapon by the pump.
Its just a game, she's still alive...
With a quick jerk, the weapon cocked. Rad tossed it into the air, catching it by the grip this time.
Its just a game, she's still alive...
It was just as well that he couldn't speak, for he could think of nothing to say as he leveled the weapon at his father.
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"In this world, his world, life is just a game you play"